...the "healthy eating" diet wagon, that is.
I was doing so well. Six months in, and almost 60 pounds lost. I was exercising every day, sometimes twice, just walking, but at a moderate clip. And it was working.
So what happened?
Well, I woke up on the 5th of July with a sore right heel. I thought maybe I'd just bruised it, because I wore a pair of sandals for a lot of walking on the 4th (hey, they were Cole-Haan Nike Air-Sole, I thought I'd be OK). So I rested it for a few days, and it was feeling a bit better. So the following Monday, I took a little 2 mile stroll at the park.
Bad. Idea.
My foot really started aching, enough that I was limping around. I tried resting it for a week or so, but it didn't get any better. So I went to the doctor.
Diagnosis? Fractured right heel.
So now I'm in a boot, and I can't exercise the way I'm used to. I need to get something like a recumbent bike, and put it in front of the TV, so I can continue to work out. But I'm notoriously bad about exercise that doesn't involve a forced component (like walking X distance from the house, so I have no choice but to return). I tend to find excuses and stop early otherwise.
And my appetite? Much bigger, I think because exercise normally helps to curb appetite, and I don't have that. Oh, and the steroids? Not helping, even though I'm at a lower dosage than ever before. I do pretty good through the day, but I tend to bingebingeBINGE!!! late at night. And I tried having only those 100 calorie snacks in the house... but when you eat 5 or 8 of them? Not low cal in the least.
And I've gained back 6 pounds from my lowest, and am 2 higher than I was 1 month ago.
*cries*
And I've got a party at my bosses house today, complete with everyone's specialties, and then a "Going Away" party tomorrow for my goddaughter, and her mother is queen of the throw-downs! I just know I'm going to be another 2.2 pounds higher, which will put me over a milestone that I never wanted to pass again!!!
*cries*
I was doing so well. Six months in, and almost 60 pounds lost. I was exercising every day, sometimes twice, just walking, but at a moderate clip. And it was working.
So what happened?
Well, I woke up on the 5th of July with a sore right heel. I thought maybe I'd just bruised it, because I wore a pair of sandals for a lot of walking on the 4th (hey, they were Cole-Haan Nike Air-Sole, I thought I'd be OK). So I rested it for a few days, and it was feeling a bit better. So the following Monday, I took a little 2 mile stroll at the park.
Bad. Idea.
My foot really started aching, enough that I was limping around. I tried resting it for a week or so, but it didn't get any better. So I went to the doctor.
Diagnosis? Fractured right heel.
So now I'm in a boot, and I can't exercise the way I'm used to. I need to get something like a recumbent bike, and put it in front of the TV, so I can continue to work out. But I'm notoriously bad about exercise that doesn't involve a forced component (like walking X distance from the house, so I have no choice but to return). I tend to find excuses and stop early otherwise.
And my appetite? Much bigger, I think because exercise normally helps to curb appetite, and I don't have that. Oh, and the steroids? Not helping, even though I'm at a lower dosage than ever before. I do pretty good through the day, but I tend to bingebingeBINGE!!! late at night. And I tried having only those 100 calorie snacks in the house... but when you eat 5 or 8 of them? Not low cal in the least.
And I've gained back 6 pounds from my lowest, and am 2 higher than I was 1 month ago.
*cries*
And I've got a party at my bosses house today, complete with everyone's specialties, and then a "Going Away" party tomorrow for my goddaughter, and her mother is queen of the throw-downs! I just know I'm going to be another 2.2 pounds higher, which will put me over a milestone that I never wanted to pass again!!!
*cries*